#Vezkits

[thechaoticplayer]

VEZKITS STOP TRYING TO CONVERT ME I AM A LOYAL LUCUB AND SICKLING STOP TRYING TO SEDUCE ME WITH SUS CLIPS OF ZALI FROM HIS FUCKING STREAM YESTERDAY

NO I DO NOT WANNA HEAR HIM SAYING "you bitch" IN A SEDUCTIVE TONE NO STOP IT OR IS "do you really want to know?"

ENOUGH YOU CANNOT SUCK ME INTO UR INSANITY

[krisisonkrisis]

i drew this scrunkly for 46imgs' wilsoneer pile on twitter :3

these lil guys were for 7BiRDLoVeR7's vezcrewneer drawing board for krisis!!

[brisquad-unit-4402]

things zali would say while you’re asleep

ah yes the classic confession while someone’s asleep. i need to abuse zali’s lore as a medic more

tags: gender neutral reader, fluff, pre-relationship, pining zali, reader is a krisis hero, sickfic, confession-but-not-quite, i had fun with a translator, rare flustered zali

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Unfortunately Zali is an early riser by occupation, not nature, and clocks into the A.S.H. infirmary at 5:00 AM sharp. The beds are usually unoccupied, leaving the medic to his own research, but today he stops walking by one.

The other day, you and the rest of Krisis did the whole crime-fighting planet-defending thing, as expected. Also as expected, you took care of the threat without a hitch as a 4-person unit.

It was the day after that posed a problem. Namely, a 100-degree-Fahrenheit problem. Somehow you didn’t even get a scratch while beating the villain of the week, but you woke up to a sore throat, a stuffy nose, and a fever. As your medic, Zali was the first person you contacted.

You asked for any easy home remedies, expecting some French chicken noodle recipe or a home remedy.

He insisted on bedrest in the infirmary instead.

Damn medical professionals and their overreactions.

Despite your protests, Zali has a hard time thinking it was the wrong choice. He stands beside your medical bed with a clipboard in hand.

Sleep treated you well. Your pale cheeks and reddened nose were less noticeable now that you had time to rest (and a cool towel along your forehead), but your arms were cast off to the side as if you were reaching for something while you slept.

Zali watched your chest rise and fall. Rise and fall. Good. Regular breathing patterns are always a good sign with respiratory infections. A quick check with the stethoscope confirmed that it wasn’t interfering with your heart, too. Definite improvement all around.

He still held two fingers to your throat to check your pulse, though. Heartbeats thump, thump, thumped underneath his gloved fingers. He didn’t bother to log that test outcome on his clipboard; he has the results logged up there in his head.

“You’re doing better,” he says. His instinct is to explain his logic to the patient, but then he looks at your sleeping face, and now he feels awfully silly for it. He usually doesn’t talk out loud when his patients are asleep, but he’s inclined to keep you informed. “You can tell, I think. You’re not waking up in the middle of the night because of your stuffy nose.”

He giggles at that. He lost count of how many times you snorted awake (quite literally) before he retired for the night. As he shakes his head with amusement, he notices a bundle of fluff at the base of your bed.

Zali reaches down to pick it up, and stares back at a small Vezkit plush. The Vezkit was one of his many tools to subdue problem patients, such as children on the rare occasion that he had to heal them. If he noticed his patient was getting antsy, he’d offer the Vezkit as comfort. And, yes, when you were so stuffed-up he could barely understand your voice last night, he figured you could’ve used the comfort.

He glances at you, and how your arms are splayed out on the side of the bed where the Vezkit sat. No wonder the poor guy was misplaced—you accidentally dropped it in your sleep while you were cuddling it.

The thought makes Zali giggle again. “Be careful not to harm the citizens in your care, Reader,” he teases. “What would we do if you dropped a real Vezkit in action?”

Rise and fall, regular breathing. Zali doesn’t need to wait for you to respond, but he watches your face anyways. Even in sickness, you look peaceful.

“I should get you a new towel,” he says aloud.

He returns a second later, and when he removes the old towel, the thermometer confirms you're at 100.6F. With a sigh, Zali places a hand on your forehead. Just as hot as he expected. “You still need to rest,” he instructs to no one. “I don’t want my Reader to feel under the weather.” He rethinks. “Our Reader. You’re one of us.”

The hand rolls down to your cheek next. Fingers end under your jaw at the pulse point he checked earlier, and rubs along your cheek.

In a quiet breath, Zali mutters to himself. “Stop that.” He can’t find it in himself to quit, though. To a bystander it would be clear he isn’t just checking your temperature anymore, but your cheek fits perfectly into his palm. “Reader, you’re irresistible.”

Earlier he managed to excuse himself, but now Zali awkwardly chuckles. “My goodness, I’m really doing this now.” He finds it easy to tell your resting face things he’d never dream of saying out loud when you’re awake.

Silence fills the space when he doesn’t admit anything. Why is this so hard? It must be easier than a proper confession, but Zali is thankful for the bandages he wraps around his face like a medical mask. At least he can pretend he can keep his blush to himself, even if there’s no one to see it.

“You brighten up our days,” he continues, grabbing a fresh towel and letting water soak through it until it’s cooling to the touch. “But you have no idea how much you affect people.” He wrings the towel so tight that his rubber gloves stretch with the force. “Least of all how you affect me.”

He folds the towel neatly and returns to your bedside. Your lips are parted slightly as you sleep, a soft color, and one that he wished he could dwell on. Since your head was slightly tilted, he could admire the contours of your face, from the tip of your nose to the curve of your cheeks, all the way up to your forehead which so dearly needed something to cool it down.

That reminds him of his task, but his heart keeps skipping beats as he looks at you. Hair rested over your face and along your forehead as you slept, and as he watched you, a strand fell a little lower. You look angelic.

Zali unravels the bandages along his face, then quickly kisses the towel.

The desire to kiss you has been one Zali has resisted for a long time, but he’s starting to lose the fight. He flips the towel over, intending to place the side he kissed onto your forehead. Indirect and secondhand.

He tries not to think about how soft your hair is as he brushes it out of the way. Tries not to admire your eyelashes and the bridge of your nose, or the way your lips must be as soft as they look.

But that leaves the forehead, and before he can think any better of it, Zali lays his lips there.

The medic regains his sense a second after and practically lurches back. He slaps a hand over his greedy mouth as he turns away, brain going into overdrive as the blood rushes to his head. How unprofessional! How improper! Is he really this weak for you when you’re in his care? He buries himself further into his hands, letting out a groan as he does, begging these thoughts to abandon him at least until he’s done caring for your illness.

But he does glance at you through his fingers, and maybe it’s because he’s swooning, but he swears you look a little sweeter after being on the receiving end of his kiss.

Zali sighs, hoping that’ll clear his head even though he knows the outcome, and places the towel down as intended. “Cute.”

Saying that was a mistake. Now he’s even more flustered, but ‘cute’ doesn’t even begin to describe you. “Tu es éblouissante,” Zali tries. “J’espère pouvoir admettre cela un jour.”

That’s not enough either, but his native French confessions come easier to him, and the rest he can keep locked up in a small dark place no one else can see, least of all you.

He adjusts the towel into place, then pats your head as a final affection. Meanwhile, the Vezkit plush watched him work on the bedside table, and you could use the comfort.

The fabric is fuzzy in his hands, and the perfect size to hold. Your arms haven’t moved at all since you let go of the Vezkit in your sleep, which serves as the perfect place to return the plush.

Zali sets the Vezkit down, and in your deep sleep, you immediately react to its fluffiness. Your hands twitch first, then your arms rise to keep it close.

However, sleeping heroes can’t see their surroundings, and Zali’s eyes widen as you hold his hand down. You managed to grab both the plush and his arm in one fell swoop.

If his face wasn’t red enough before, it certainly is now. Take his heart too while you’re at it. Not like he needs it anymore. It’s going way too fast to be functioning properly.

“Oh. Oh, gosh.” His breath catches as he nervously laughs with a hand over his mouth, hoping it’ll make him sound less lovesick. “Don’t give me hope.”

He can already imagine Wilson teasing him, or Vanta calling him whipped. They wouldn’t be wrong, though. Zali is supposed to be the composed one. He can smooth-talk his way out of a situation, or go unaffected by femme fatales and playboys, but he’d do just about anything if you were the one asking him for a favor.

And in this case, he’s got a million things to work on, but he can’t think of a single one. They’re all flimsy excuses to break out of your warm grasp. None of them sound appetizing compared to this, even if you held him unknowingly.

“Oh, forget it.” With a huff, Zali bites on the edge of his glove and pulls it off. It’s rare for him to work without one, whether it be medical-grade or the black pair he dons religiously, but he hungers for contact.

Fingertips hardened by battle medicine caress your face as gentle as can be. He doesn’t want to go further—not while you’re unaware—but he really can’t get over how easy it is to set his hand along your cheek and jaw, soaking up the soft skin like sun to a plant.

You really must be in deep sleep if you haven’t noticed yet. This is fine, Zali muses. The less you see of the longing look in his golden eyes, the better. Usually he would muster up his courage and just go for it, but not with you. Not when he’s never felt anything like you before, especially considering how close-knit Krisis is. Disrupting the balance is out of the question. He has to be fine with what he has instead of striving for something else, no matter how he yearns for the satisfaction, the possibility of what could be, even if he knows you don’t see him as anything other than a friend. It’s for the sake of the team.

But Zali wakes up at the crack of dawn, and you certainly aren’t, not while you’re still sick.

He can indulge himself for a little longer.

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✧. ┊ masterpost ✧. ┊ kofi

[fakesimp]

"Nya for me", With Shu Yamino

Warning !

Fluff ; Crack (?) ; Soft! Dom! Shu ; Mentions of Teasing ; Established Relationship

A/n !

God, I have no writing ideas for vezkits and vantacrews..

➶◜◝➴

Both you and Shu Yamino, your Beloved Sorcerer, were playing games together, you both had a bet if one lose, they have to do what the winner wants. Simple as that, you were confident that you're winning.

At first you were taking the lead, Shu got worried about you winning, because he knew how a menace you are when it comes to do dares. So he tried his best to win the game, he was about to accept his defeat until he got win streaks.

Three times in a row, then six. It went up and up again until he finally won. You got devastated but eventually you can't stay like that for long since this bet was your idea afterall, so you look towards him.

"So? What do you want me to do?" Shu pondered for a moment before he smiled cheekily at you, "Nya for me." you blinked. Once, twice, thrice. "You want me to what for you?" You stared at him a bit skeptical of what you just heard, "You heard me, Nya for me" he repeated.

The silence are loud, you looked away for a moment before looking back at him. He tilted his head a bit, waiting for you to do exactly what he said. "You can do that for me right?" The corner of his lips slightly raised as he asked, "..Yeah, of, of course, I can.."

. . .

It took you a whole 5 minutes to gather courage, how is this simple thing embarrass you so much?

Is it because you're doing this in front of him? Or is there something else?

"..Just, nya right?" You asked once again, he is laughing by this point when you asked this for the millionth time, "Yes babe, just nya." He smiled at you, patiently waiting, while also stifling his laughter.

"Stop laughing!" And he bursts out laughing when you said that, "I, I'm sorry pft-" "SHU YAMINO!!" "HAHAHA OKAY OKAY-" both of you eventually laughed together in the end.

After you both have calmed down, you took a deep breath and look over at him, ".... Nya ..." Shu blinked and stared at you, with that signature V-shaped smile of his plastered on his face, his smirk going wider, soon he let out a chuckle before leaning closer to you and whispered, "Good." You looked away.

Clearing your throat and glances at him, "Okay, we're done here right-?" Shu just smiled at you when you asked, "Well, what if I said that I am not entirely satisfied with what you give?" He stared at you, his violet eyes glows slightly.

"I-"

"You can do it for me, one more time, right?"

©fakesimp . 2023

A/n !

There have been a lot going on the past few weeks, I recently just got back to genshin again ! I played in Asia server

I also have been playing stardew, as I said before, and also one game that's almost like LifeAfter..

It's been a fun few weeks, also.. surprise ? hehe-

[aiboers111]

ERS.

hellooo i am ers!!

she / him

18+

obsessed with robot dogs and vtubers

i write about vtubers sometimes :3

yaminion + vezkit + wilsoneer + vantacrew + outclaw

[luobinghelvr]

lovely lovely vezkit that offered me a membership I WILL MARRY U PLS

éaaaaa im so happy shdfhhdhfg !:!!!!!!!

[ladyakuma18]

I’m a fellow kindred and vezkit

[aiboers111]

THE VEZKITS ARE EATTINGGGG TODAYYYG

ft. vezalius bandage x f! reader — krisis, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ zali eats you out on his birthday┊0.2k words

contains: smut!! dom zali & sub reader┊birthday sex, receiving oral, overstimulation, not proofread i didn't even read it— i typed and posted and i'm going to bed

➤ author's note: happy birthday zali!! so sorry i couldn’t write up an actual fic so take this drabble i wrote before bed instead instead (guys i had to rewrite this three times because the first time it didn't save and the second time it crashed which is why it's so short oh god help me)

“ah, zali! I should be taking care of you it’s your ─!” a flick at your clit with his tongue immediately cut you off with a moan.

“it’s my birthday, lovely, don’t tell me how to spend it.” this smooth-talking motherfucker with the hot french accent always does this, pinning you down on the bed and overpowering you and lapping at your taste without stopping to allow himself relief that isn’t humping the mattress. you’ve been together for so long and you really still don’t know him ─ he always does this more so for his pleasure than for yours (even if it's an added benefit).

he can’t think of any better way to celebrate such a special day that isn’t sticking his head between your thighs and tasting you addicting essence. he isn’t even overstimulating you on purpose right now, he just wants more of how pretty you are all blissed out and babbling nothing but incoherent praises and pleas for more.

god, he loves you so much ─ even though you’re totally spent, he still wants more. you can give him one more right? he is the birthday boy after all and what kind of lover would you be if you don’t indulge him?

[krisisonkrisis]

dress up ✨

[krisisonkrisis]

I made vezcrewneer sonas!! i'm really happy with how they turned out ^-^

Vezkit is Ren, Wilsoneer is Ace, and Vantacrew is Victor (all use he/they)

[fakesimp]

Announcement !

Apologies for not being able to post any writing, especially when I promised to write for Vezkits and Vantacrews

I am currently having a writing block, so I'm gonna take a break for awhile, there's a lot going on at my side

About graduation, also rumors that I wish it's not true...

Either way, I'll update you soon !

Once again, apologies..